AMANTE DE LA LUNA

It hurts to think that maybe

I didn’t know how to love you,

Maybe I made a habit

Of saying the wrong things.

Expressing my love in languages

That you did not understand.

Maybe I thought my actions

Spoke of a relentless love.

But instead, they were barriers and swords…

Maybe, I wrongly believed that my love was the wings

That propelled you through your dreams…

But instead, I kept you captive

in this world of tenderness and melancholy.

I loved you then,

When your strength went on strike,

When your fragility spoke to my soul

When I held your fears on my hands,

And together,

We transformed then in hope and love…

I loved you then,

When my hands could not reach you,

and my soul kept igniting the light

to guide you through the darkness.

I loved you then,

When I kept waking up in the middle of the night,

With the immense urge to open the door,

So, you could enter…

I love you still…

But maybe,

I just don’t know how to love you…